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Awesome! Is it down for everyone, or just me?

For your daily dose of win: all the Latin you ever need to surf the internets.

I stayed up way too late and talked with a friend about how much I liked those mini-fics from the SG:A wank, and because of puipui I know the term "petit four" for them (mmm, delicious French snacks...) so we pulled some summaries off the Pit of Voles and wrote petit-fours on the same prompts. There are six of them. Her versions are f'locked, sadly.

( Harry Potter )

( Tortall )

( Buffy )

I am sick and I was planning on going to the University bookstore to pick up my textbooks today. :( I could just sew instead and order the books online for slightly more money which doesn't really matter anyway because my grandmother pays for my books.

I've been working on a Firefly fic despite the fact that I have eighty jillion other pieces of work to do.

Title: Chief Cook and Bottle-Washer
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,566 words
Summary: ( The crew contracts for another job and debates the fate of little rat babies )

I passed my advanced road test!

I'll have my driver's licence in a month. Until then, I have a crappy piece of paper.

Also, I got my passport photo taken on the weekend. It was really gross, but the guy at the photo place said they like them that way. I figure it's because when if I create an international incident that's embarassing to Canada, they can get back at me by showing my really really gross passport photo on the national news.

Fabio: Writer of Romance Novels.

Nice start, but a little shaky on the dismount.

Know what's exciting? I have TEA. After a week with two term papers due and NO TEA, this dramatically changes my inner landcape.

ETA: And oddly, I'm not getting comment emails on this entry.

To go with the cool pants:

More ways than you ever needed to tie your shoes.

I'm not really able to handle a journal that's actually, like, interesting and shit to people I kind-of know. So there's this, which I almost never write in, and goldjadeocean at lj, in which I am the tealiest deer you ever did see about my minute emotional breakthroughs in therapy or the rocks in the stream on my campus or stuff like that.

I would offer something cool I've written, but people seem to like porn and I'm bad at porn. I tried an Elizabeth the Golden Age/Temeraire crossover with an Elizabeth/Raleigh/Bess threesome and it was just all them sitting in their bedclothes talking about The Faerie Queene because I hate it. Which contains no sex, and is so boring I stopped writing it.

And I totally forgot about it until last Thursday, but I have a research paper due on Tuesday about Sir Phillip Sidney's Astrophil and Stella, which is a really creepy series of sonnets about this guy's obsession with his 13-year-old cousin. Except for the part when it's about, I don't know, how much he loves pancakes. I haven't done any research yet so I don't know what it's about except for him whining because he can't get laid.

I really hate my 16th-cen lit class because now I'm realizing where all the sexist racist shit in the world COMES from. I started reading Ben Jonson's The Masque of Blackness but then realized I'd already read that wank.

My other paper is on women in the late middle ages, which makes me a lot happier, because I already knew the worst bits so now I'm just finding places where the sexism doesn't apply and things like a load of female artisans who were able to handle their businesses completely independently of their husbands, and it's an excuse to read more Christine de Pisan.

So I'm going to go do homework, and I leave you all with some really awesome pants.

Meanwhile, I am so damn happy I'm not doing NaNo. *stretches, sips her drink, leisurely taps out a few hundred words*

I love Dumbledore being gay. I'm sure they'll be at each other's throats by morning, but HP fandom is one big orgy of love and goodwill tonight.

I also love that after explaining that Dumby's Thing with Grindlewald was a great tragic love affair she chuckled, "Oh my god, the fanfiction."

Busting stereotypes that peg feminists as men-haters, a new study shows that having a feminist partner is linked with healthier, more romantic heterosexual relationships.

I'm kind of lucky I'm a psych major, because it helps me save face when I'm checking out books in the inter-library loan system. I mean, research for class is a good reason to have books on dissociative identity disorder coming in for me three days in a row; I somehow don't think trying to understand and either deal with or call bullshit on someone on a site I mod is a good explanation. Never mind what they're thinking now that I'm getting a ton of books on self-injury.

I kind of love FW, as an admin. I've already seen the heights of internet perfidy, so I'm by no means shocked by sockpuppets, internet muchausens, or general jackassery.

I haven't seen very much of the Battlestar Galactica: Razor flashbacks, but I'm still kind of sad at how bad they seem to be. BSG as a whole makes me sad.

What else makes me sad? Bionic Woman. It also could be awesome if it didn't suck so much.

This is absolutely mesmerising.

The downside of going to a college in the middle of nowhere in Alberta is realizing that the food you really, really want is now two and a half hours away.

(Als. happy [belated] birthday, PuiPui)

Ps. Is there actually anyone on here who cares whether or not I post Emelan fanfic?

I am such an absolute scatterbrain. A week ago, I wrote a very short Emelan fanfic and sent it off to two people--one random bystander in a forum who said she'd like to read it when I mentioned in passing that my writing was being irritating, and my beta. So a few days ago when I got back a copy marked up with corrections, I assumed it was from my beta.

The corrections were absolutely on crack. They crossed out every use of "had" as a helper verb, explaining that I should avoid the passive voice, except it was all in sentences like "They had arrived the previous week, and were now well-acquainted with the city." And then criticised that the timeline didn't make sense because two separate timelines seemed to be happening at the same time. I was absolutely mortified, since my beta is a wonderful writer who was, I thought, very well-versed in grammar, and walked around in a pensive mood for a few days considering how to address it.

So today in IM with her I carefully and apologetically broached the difference between passive and pluperfect and why the fic actually had two timelines and her critique was, well, wrong and she went, "Wait, that Emelan fic with Tris? Um... I haven't even finished it yet, to be honest." And I go back and see that the revisions come from the person I'd never even met before.

Why do I keep doing this? I'll talk about a friend to them in their own livejournal, too. I keep blanking out on usernames. It's a really good thing I'm not in the habit of gossiping about my friends, or I'd be in real trouble.

Roommate appears to be entirely devoid of fleas. Also speaks Norweigan.

Thanks to this thread, I'm terrified to meet my college roommate tomorrow. Because of it, I'm sure to say something stupid like, "Thank God, I thought you'd have fleas."

*looks shifty*

I should be packing for college, but instead I'm sitting around watching as much Victorian Romance Emma as I can get my hands on. I'm three episodes into the second act, and I loves it.

The basic premise is that, in London of roughly 1895, Emma, a housemaid, falls in love with William Jones, the heir to a merchant family that was elevated into the gentry sometime in his father's lifetime. What I love most about it is, it never once shocks you out of the time period. It's a truly adult romance story, which I love. ( Love conquers a few things, but not all of them. )